I am writing this column from my new Nintendo 2DS, sending it over the Wi-Fi of a moving train. Who even needs desktop computers anymore? I feel it appropriate to quote the guy who always seems to be hanging around outside your house in a Pokèmon game: “Technology is incredible!” Yes, jetpacks and smell-o-vision may not yet be household staples, but it seems technology has been moving forward, to newer and newer eras.
Such can be said of time’s passage in general. Cal Poly’s newest term has begun, Cuesta’s is nearly about to, and in general there seems a mixture of excitement and intimidation. Today, for example, when not boasting about my questionable technical savvy, I took my very first four-year college tour. The place seemed very nice, with many lovely facilities and an implication of an active campus (social) life. In addition, I’ve been excited about the prospect of my next stage of learning. Was I ecstatic about my tour, then? Nope, I was scared! I have been looking forward to the educational change that is to occur for me, but for those brief moments when I seem on the cusp of it occurring, a certain nervousness sets in, brought about by what are likely a couple of factors.
One is that I see before me all manner of looming responsibility; financial, educational, and the like.
“Suck it up, Sanborn!”
“But the world is big and scary, and I have little experience fighting dragons not hailing from the Central Coast!”
At the same time, though, I think that, as a general rule, major changes of any sort often meet some manner of resistance, whether sensical or otherwise. For example, missing this lovely job and the experience of writing these words every week is one thing; not wanting to get on with my education is another. After all, I’m sure there was already resistance to my admittedly unorthodox writing device for this column. Some readers might have been turned off at the very prospect that first drafts of print don’t often originate from typewriters anymore, and who can honestly blame them? Typewriters are classy!
At this point, I think I’d just like to express to fellow transfer students, or anyone adapting to the imposing shadow slithering this way of large, important changes, that I’m with ya, keep on your path, and congratulations on having at least made it this far. For those readers already at (or past) a four year, such as our illustrious Mustang population, sharing your tips and experience with all of us would be greatly appreciated, so don’t be afraid to send it here! Have a good start (and middle, and end) of term, everyone.
Intern Chris White-Sanborn caught the Y2K bug. As always, chicken soup and vitamin C were the cure. Send recipes to firstname.lastname@example.org.